DH went to the volunteer office to drop something off and the secretary says, "Oh, wait, Janice left this recipe for you." Janice had left a recipe for a variation of a dish I'd posted on Facebook with a note implying that I should make up a batch and send it with DH to next Friday's group meeting.

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I'm sorry, I have no advice. My brain done exploded when I got to that part. Why can't she make her own darn recipe? Does she think you run a catering service? Oh, that gives me an idea. Send her an estimate for your services.

I can see it being said jokingly. If everyone who TOLD me they were coming over the last time I made ribs and posted a photo on FB actually showed up, the floor of my house would have collapsed. But actually meaning it seriously tells me that she is a few light-years across the "here there be whackos" line.

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Lynn

"Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat." Robert A. Heinlein

This is slightly OT but I love this question because it reminds me of a predicament I get myself into sometimes. I take pictures of my food when eating out as soon it arrives & post to a popular restaurant review website along with my review of the restaurant. I have gotten some serious stares in restaurants; one lady made a joke about it.

This is slightly OT but I love this question because it reminds me of a predicament I get myself into sometimes. I take pictures of my food when eating out as soon it arrives & post to a popular restaurant review website along with my review of the restaurant. I have gotten some serious stares in restaurants; one lady made a joke about it.

Some time ago I was at a local restaurant; the gentleman next to me took a photo of his food and said he was posting it on Facebook. Apparently he travels (for business) a lot, and this was his way of staying connected. (I did not ask for details; my information is limited to what I remember of what I overheard as the business traveler spoke with the bartender.) It seemed odd to me, but not a big deal.

My family does that on vacation. The rule is that you are allowed one picture of food that is the best meal for the vacation. I remember once having to ask the guy at the bar next to me if I could photograph his chicken. It was the second time I'd had it, but it disappeared into my mouth before I could take a photo.